Tuesday, January 06, 2009

365 # 130: Stephanie M.

You were my best friend's baby sister. One day I was over at y'all's house -- you must have been about three years old at the time -- and you somehow managed to lock everybody out with just you inside. All the moms gathered at the window and tried with all their imagination to communicate to you the procedure to unlock the door, but to no avail. The look on your face made it clear that you had no idea what these adults were doing, what with their weird hand gestures and exaggerated facial expressions.

Your brother and I once arranged a series of stuffed animals in such a way so as to throw what we thought would be frightening shadows on the wall of your bedroom. The plan was to get the shadows just right, then cause some kind of a ruckus that would wake you up, at which point you would be horrified by the shadows of these otherworldly creatures in your house. The plan also included your brother and I laughing at your terror. What it did NOT include was getting caught by your mom -- or was it your dad? the memory's fuzzy -- and sent back to bed where we were supposed to be. You dodged a bullet on that one. You'd like, totally still be having nightmares of those stuffed Ewok shadows.